2009-08-25
Hello everyone, my name is Sarah and I am a reformed school slacker. I am 33 years old and this is my third attempt at completing my postsecondary education.
Right now, I'm wondering what, exactly, I am doing at a place like Dawson.
I feel rather old here, among all these spring chickens, and quite out of place. After all, I am the age of the average teacher here. At least I know my way around the school.
Having said that, I am in the nursing program, where most people have university degrees or significant life experience. Whereas I am stuck here as a university dropout (without even a transcript to show for it) and none of those experiences that, in some people's view, make one a whole person. Apparently, though, I am smart, and talented, and very capable of partaking in this experience.
Incidentally, I am enjoying my time here so far. It helps when one isn't buried in soul-crushing loneliness!
Enough blathering.
2009-08-28
Apparently, the bar that I frequent on a regular basis is closing its doors. Whether or not that's permanent is, as I write this, up for review. In fact, I am at the bar as I write this.
Another thing that annoyed me is that I missed one of my coworkers, this guy that I'm somewhat interested in, by about 15 minutes. Ironically, I went home to change my pants and stopped at the pharmacy to test a perfume, and that's what cost me the extra time.
God, maybe I do belong here after all! It seems that being immature keeps me young.
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